Up stupid early, happening a lot lately.

Peretz's blindness making him remind me of sweet, blind greyhound I used to know, similar sweet-tempered timidity in his movements.  The other day he walked directly through the legs of one of the small kitchen stools as though it wasn't there.  He's magical.

Beach trip planned for later, laundry first.  Got a haircut.

Knee still hurts, but is basically functional. Coffee's ready.